Crave

CRAVE

the times when your fingerprints intertwine mine
when we reflect on our lives
in the grass outside.

we feel the world pushing us further and further
into the ground

burying us alive
6 foot deep

the times when the only thing I
had to worry about
was what I made for dinner

my mashed potatoes were your favorite

now they sit alone on top of the stove.

I wait by the fireplace
for you to get back.
It's half past midnight.

I can't remember when I saw you last,
perhaps in a dream last night.

These thoughts are a blur
and won't go away

it's been 3 fucking years
since you left me that May

and now all I see is
that stone cold face,
in a jet black coffin
where my husband lays.